Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Yo Little Belly by pops

Heading back this morn after 7 sleeps at hall cottage (the most since your accident) with a cooler and boxes full of tomatoes, cukes, pears, red cabbage and other treats too numerous to mention.

This poem floated by one on a trek back while you were in coma when I passed the spot just below the Halfway House on 22A.

YEARS BACK

In Shoreham VermontI saw a state trooperreach over a fenceand scratch a cow's ears.

vn 8/7/07

Another brewed yesterday

REMEMBER WHEN

Remember when, Sheilayou emailed me from Phoenix thatrather than coming for dinneryou were awaiting Kristin's spinal surgeryand she might not walk again??Her life now good with limitations.Rather Fierce Grace for one so young.My son's Grace seems more deservedbut "What the Bleep do I know."My son is walking and talkingwith wide eyed exuberance for life.We plan some work on my place come November.You'll be back from Holland, MS in hand.